I Want to Be a Wildflower

by Amy-Grace Bessick

I want to be a wildflower

Blooming, being tossed around by the wind and

blooming as I am meant to be

For so long I thought I wanted to be a grocery store bouquet

So many walk by and pick and choose which is the most fitting

To bring beauty into their homes, only to be left in a vase, forgotten and eventually... rot

I want to be a greenhouse flower

Pruned, cared and protected from all the atrocities that could harm me,

knowing that I am wanted and valued,

simply for being for growing how I am intended to be.

I've felt like a weed,

An eyesore to some, sticking out in the place you wished they wouldn't, uprooted and tossed aside so that the rest of the flowers

have room to grow

But weeds are flowers too,

They are resilient, strong and despite what you think,

Grow

whether you deem them worthy enough of it or not.

So whether you are pretty enough to be picked or

A wallflower that sits aside, watching life go by,

the Sun shines on you anyway, you will bloom no matter who sees it and

you will blossom into who you are meant to

Be

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